Tuesday, September 15, 2015

Out of Place

She wanders
from task to task,

Her mind seemingly

Her work rests on
the table, yet

She waits for the lines
and curves to dance,

Carrying a song that sings
as purposefully as she.

The environment does not yet
resonate in her soul,

So she floats about,
waiting to be pulled in,

Waiting for this new 
place to feel like home. 


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